Hailee’s POV
"You always do this," he said, his voice low but shaking with anger. "You pull me close, then push me away. Ten years, Hailee. Ten years I’ve waited, and you still won’t let me have even a piece of you."
I swallowed hard, my back pressing against the counter. "Frederick, I—I didn’t mean—"
"You didn’t mean?" he snapped, his eyes flashing. "Then what did you mean? You kiss me, you let me touch you, you look at me like I’m the only one here—and then you say stop."
His voice cracked, anger and hurt tangled together. "Do you enjoy this? Do you enjoy making me want you, then tearing it away?"
My lips parted, but no words came.
He dragged a hand through his hair, pacing a step before spinning back to me, his jaw tight. "I’m not your toy, Hailee. I’ve given you everything. I’ve protected you. Raised your boys. Stayed at your side when no one else would. And still—it’s not enough for you."
My lips parted, but I didn’t know what to say. The words tangled in my throat, heavy as stones.
"Frederick..." My voice came out small, broken. "It’s not like that."
His laugh was bitter, sharp, nothing like the calm voice he usually carried. "Then what is it like? Tell me, Hailee. Because from where I stand, it looks like I’ll never be enough for you. No matter what I do."
I shook my head quickly, tears blurring my vision. "You are enough, Frederick. More than enough. You’ve done everything for me—for us. But I can’t just... I can’t force my heart."
His eyes narrowed, pain flashing across his face before it hardened again. "Your heart." He spat the words like they were poison. "Always them, isn’t it? Nathan. Callum. Dane. Even after all these years, you still give your heart to them."
My chest ached, my breath catching. "I still love them," I whispered, the words cutting me open even as I said them. "I wish I didn’t. I wish I could give you what you deserve. But my heart—it’s still theirs. And I don’t know how to change that."
His hands clenched at his sides, his shoulders stiff. For a moment, silence filled the kitchen, heavy and suffocating. Then his voice came, low and trembling. "So what am I to you, Hailee? A shadow? A safety net? Someone to keep you warm while you dream of other men?"
I flinched, shame burning through me. "No," I said quickly, my voice breaking. "Never that. You’re my friend. My protector. The father my sons never had. Without you, I wouldn’t have survived. I owe you everything."
His jaw tightened, his eyes glistening with a fury he was too proud to let fall into tears. "But not your love."
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